It's unbelievable, really. That by now, after, what was it? 98 years of marriage? Well it's around that...Point is: How come I am still not accustomed after all this time, of Alice being so well organised, so completely annoyingly perky, so self-sure...so...so...perfect, that I became oblivious to the fact that she had been organising something huge for the past two months, hidden away in her expensively decorated bedroom with Rosalie, speaking in hushed tones because it was not easy to speak without being heard in a house of vampires, that I did not realise something was going on behind my back. Sure, every now and then I would pick up random sparks of excitement in her feelings, but when I asked why, a smile on my face because I thought it was me...She would simply say 'it's a surprise.' And bloody hell, it was a surprise! A very un-welcome surprise, if I do say so. I don't want to get married again! Of course it was great the first time, but that's just it, I want there to only be one time. The moment was so perfect, it remains crystal clear in my memory as though it were just yesterday, she wore such a gorgeous dress...she looked so perfect walking down the aisle to me...and then there was the honeymoon...Yeah, maybe a second wedding won't be that bad...